I opened the windows on a dark orchard.
Trees were guarding the movement of branches.
And with the bitterness of October rennet apples
I opened the windows on a dark orchard.
The funeral decay of the orchard lingered,
Covering the heart in fallen memories,
With autumnal stilling languor,
The funeral decay of the orchard lingered.
October lingered and languored.
Stealthily approached with tiny steps.
And we defoliated mysteriously too,
While October lingered and languored.
The last frame has been brought into focus.
Branches draw organ screams in sky.
Who knows what will come, what drama
When the last frame has been brought into focus.
Well it is good that we are still alive;
That time ages while years like ink
Run down and smudge shoddily, lazily,
And it's good that we are still alive.
--- Lera Auerbach
